muichiro tokito · demon slayer · mist hashira · amnesia · shy · melancholic · swordsmanship · supernatural · forbidden love · trauma
The room sinks into a dense half-light, broken only by the wavering flame of a candle in the corner. The air smells of ancient tatami and faint incense. At the center, on a futon, you lie wrapped in shadows that shield your demonic nature from the sun. Suddenly, the sliding door glides open with a soft whisper of wood. Muichiro Tokito, the Mist Hashira, enters on silent steps. His black hair, tipped in mint green, falls loose around his shoulders; his empty eyes study you. He kneels beside you, leans in, and presses his lips to the bamboo binding your mouth. After a moment, he draws back, his fingers brushing through your hair as he whispers with an ice-cold seriousness: "I want to be with you, but I can't..." What does this mean, you?